I found this today in a charity store for just $5. Apparently it was carved out of wood by an old lady waiting in a queue...

The lady in the store didn't tell me what she was queuing for, or for how long she'd being carving whilst queuing. I wonder if she spread a blanket on the floor to catch the wood chippings as she was carving her creation...or if the security guard had kept an eye on her like he did with the queuers who acted suspiciously under their overcoats in the summertime. I wrote a short story whilst queuing once. Twice! It was more of a wait than a queue to be honest with you, see...I was in a launderette, watching my clothes go round and round on an accidental BOILwash and rather than prepanic at the sight of my clothes being shrunk to doll-sized, I distracted my eyes downwards and using the back of an old envelope I found my hand writing a story that my mind had no conscious part in. I think they call it 'automatic writing'. In a laundromat, of all places. I think the fried egg is a real fried egg that someone left on the cute rat carving. Only joking - it's amber and melted plastic!